Who did I become?

Who did I become?

Wars, whores and drink.
Salvation for the soldiers.
Untamed men who seek war and the fast death.

My father’s life.
Drink, violence, sex and anger.

I was thankful he found a kind Virginia woman at the end of his life.
His last years living in the deep mountains of Virginia with this sweet woman.

My dad told me.
Wars, whores and the drink.
Don’t follow my path to hell and back.
I was lucky and I lived long enough to know.
The war, the drink and my hatred had killed my heart, my liver and my kidneys.
I don’t blame no-one for my deeds and actions.

In the old world.
Men support to fight, to drink and to taste the dirtiness of life.
Today I know.
Wars, whores and the drink.
No life for no-one.
I killed many my son.
In war and in civil life.
I killed with these hands.
The blood, the killing. I can’t ever forget.

I followed my father’s footsteps. What did I become?
My journey became cold and lonely.
I have his tattoo on my skin.
A arrow through a heart.
He told me.
The tattoo mean,
I broke my own heart.

I learn, like my father.
Men who seek pleasure over love,
war over peace.
Cannot settle into one place.
He is like a city tom-cat.
His heart will be broken and bleeding forever.

The sad part. I became him.

John Castellenas/Coyote